CROWFOOT:

   
      "A little while and I will be gone from among you, whither I cannot tell.

       "From nowhere we come; unto nowhere we go. What is life?

       It is the flash of a firefly in the night

        It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter-time

        It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the     

        sunset."

         Edgar Martins

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